I stepped into the tent, clamped my hand over his mouth and jabbed my big blade right through his throat, tearing out the front of his neck. He died q...ietly in a torrent of blood that flowed down the tent wall. I let him fall.I cut the girl loose and pulled her out of the back of the tent and then ran, her wrist in my grip, until I was sure we were clear of the fire light. She was almost buck naked and blood spattered. She fell once, cried out and I shushed her. We found her sister where I had. I find your look quite striking, thus I filed you away." Vic leaned to her side and extracted a portfolio from her large bag. Opening it revealed several photographs of women and men, all beautiful, and a thick notebook. She found a photograph of Sarah wearing a sheer peignoir looking just fucked."Why?' asked Sarah."Roland Barthes wrote an extraordinary essay about beauty. He's a..." I'm familiar with French Postmodern philosophy."Vic looked delighted.Sarah glanced at the text Vic had been. I'm done being lead around, not by the Dursleys, not by Umbridge, not by Dumbledore, and not by you!" Professors Umbridge and Dumbledore, Harry," she automatically corrected. In response, Harry turned his back on her and continued walking. She scrambled after him, pulling on his arm."Please! I'm sorry for tricking you Harry, but can't you at least listen?" she begged."Come here," Harry said, taking her arm and leading her between two buildings in a somewhat secluded alley. "Do you have any idea. "We're adults. No one's going to know. Why not satisfy our curiosities, weird as they are?"I shook my head. "I feel like when the girl next door asked me to play doctor. But it's okay, Beth. I can show you my chest if that's what you really want."I stood and unbuttoned my shirt enough until I could pull it over my head. I threw it onto the couch and struck the standard ‘superman’ pose: hands on hips, chest out, chin in the air.Beth sat with her blue eyes wide. Again, I could see emotion after.